Knowing how long I struggled
and true laughter never knew the wind
and what it blew away.
These wrinkles on my face
the way they shaped my lonely face
they really really do.
I know out side
how hot it is, it's cold I could not feel.
I hid behind a face I could not hide it any more.
The day that I was born that year it made.
Chaos is a life a living death I can't control.
Symmetry in sunsets running colours say the rest.
Stigma is a sign a certain lack of self respect.
Meat we all just meat and meat is all we really are,
red clapping meat left out to long
it spoils in my hands.
Love me tender said the King of King's
I cannot love my other self.
I turned to drugs and alcohol to push it far away.
I turned to drugs and alcohol the pain I must escape.
What I have gained in death the living cannot take away.
Topic(s) of this poem: green
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